She smiled and asked if I wanted her to go with me. I showed her my wedding band, since my Spanish was rudimentary, at best. She smiled and said, “N... problem.” She stepped closer to where I was standing near the elevator control panel and then she reached over to hit the eighteenth-floor button.She looked at me and said softly, “Come with me.”As she spoke, I noticed her button-down blouse was completely unbuttoned, and slightly parted, the only thing holding back her cleavage being her white. ”“What about how she’d feel if she watched you fucking Alice or Pam or how about our hot, little stripper friend – Christie?”“Shelby tells me she’d be aroused, but since we’ve never done I and only come close with our friends up north, that’s really speculation. How did you decide both for yourself, and then around Alice doing it?”Dave responded, “Like you, apparently, we’d been doing a series of risqué things, often that involved other people. At the time there were two classes of people:. Sometimes she would be pinching andpulling on my nipples and sometimes she would be slapping at my poorimprisoned genitals, but always she was noisily, wetly, moving herselfhard against my poor bruised enslaved lips until suddenly I feltbroken, I couldn't stop myself and I was sucking madly, worshippingher, until her thighs tensed about my head, gripping me to her as Ifelt her finally climax, and her juices pouring over me squirting downover my face and into my mouth, almost choking me.She held. I went slow, wanting to savor this moment as much as I could. I stared into his eyes as we met each others’ lips, pressing lightly at first and then melding into each other with a passion I had not felt in quite some time. Our lips parted slightly, allowing our tongues to meet, now swirling and exploring each other’s mouths. His lips felt so soft, just like his skin as my hands now navigated, down his back, up his arms starting from his wrists and up to his biceps. “You want me Jesse?” I.